‘So you can fly to Ukraine for us, then. Great.’ The movie mogul sitting opposite me takes a long sip of his chilled Kingfisher and leans back in his wicker chair.…
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Flora
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I’ve been thinking a lot about the way I look at India. And, by extension, the way that India looks at me. For the last two months, I’ve seen fleeting glimpses of…
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Those who know me well are probably a bit confused by this title. In my normal London life, I am not known as a high heel wearer, and am certainly not…
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After Part 1, the steady climb to the top of Bollywood adoration continues here. Read on, dear friends, read on… Hour 9: wedding jitters and pole dancing strippers I stand in…
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*Disclaimer: These are the first experiences I’ve had of accompanying any celebrity in their day to day life, and hence any overreactions should be excused merely as the internal excitement of…
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My introduction to the ways of the Goans started with a spool of thread. Now, when I think of thread and India in the same moment, it’s Gandhi that comes to…
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Water has been sourced and the fans have been turned off – the power is out in Goa again. At 30 degrees but with 71 percent humidity, it’s almost the end…
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From the moment I stepped off the plane in Chennai, I knew I was going to like South India. The air was warmer and more comfortable, the streets were cleaner, and…
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The sand and salt are curling my newly short hair. My sunburn is pink and red in patches along calves and shoulder blades. The sound of the sea is full in…
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I always knew that India was going to be filled to the brim with tiny hands asking for food and painfully skinny women asking for money. What I didn’t expect was…